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baCK then I was CLaY

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back then I wAS clay

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ba CK THN i was clayy.

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All of those tmpls (//temples)

gone in sweat. Inseparable

craven images

like science fiction

and bony knuckles

like strangers

and the sound

we all make

when a yellow moth lands just

past our grip.

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BaCKTHNi was clay.

Back then I was clay.

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I graduated from priesthood

into priesthood

became a father of modern

medicine.

BackKck Then i waS CLaY

. .

Back then I was clay.

He wears a navy hood

to hide the wrinkles.

I stayed the same.

I lusted after solitude

only to find

two towering trees

past

the boundary.

Goddamn said the chorus.

All our ghosts

dance the same